This summer has been very up and down, and it doesn't feel like autumn at all at the moment. Today, it's really quite warm (I attempted to wear my squirrel cardigan outside earlier and I nearly melted in the heat - too soon for fleece-lined hoods, I discovered) and there are still roses in bloom. The trees are just about starting to turn colour, however, and I've been waiting to get a photograph (or many) of the lovely plant-thing that grows over the fence alongside the little alleyway that leads from where we live to the local shops. It spans quite a distance along the fence, and it was so beautiful last autumn. Whenever I cycled past it I made a mental note to bring down my camera and take some pictures BUT I NEVER DID (of course not). So, I've been waiting. And the time has nearly come. But not quite, because of this strange weather. I meandered down today to have a look at it but the light was all wrong (too bright) and my photos didn't do it justice (and it'll be a another week or so before it's in its prime, anyway). I'm going to go back this evening for a second look, to see how the progression of the day has affected its aesthetics... yes, I really am that easily amused.
Watch this space...